i like to talk
in the blue hours of night
while the moon sits
upon a throne of stars
waiting to receive my tales
and glowing at my telling
and last night, we sat
the moon and i
and she said to me

i adore what you sing, dear
those sweet soliloquies
you think i don’t hear
now story me more
of your delicious fancies
and i will twine your fingers
and i will spark your eyes
and i will crown your spirit
with new inspiration